Hands of a thief

Death be a kindness

Hi everyone! It's awesome to be back, I know it's a short first chapter but I just wanted to begin this sequel :) 

Y/N POV

I recall falling in a very different way, I was in his arms. My body remained, but I felt myself losing a battle against the shadows. I never wanted to leave him, or the family. I missed them all, but I was so tired. I think Eleven was safe, and Will was safe. That was all that mattered. 

Suddenly there was too much light, not even sound or touch could penetrate the beams that came from an ever surrounding sun. 

Where was Will? 

My powers were gone. There was no time, nothing for me to control. I was useless! If only I could fight against this light. 

My hands shook, at least I felt them shake uncontrollably. I was no longer in pain, yet I longed to find the way out. I wanted to get back to my family, to Hawkins, to my friends that took me in when I was just a girl running from her home. 

I concentrated on my chest, feeling the familiar sensation that hugged my frame. It was warmth, but refreshing at the same time. 

"Come on Two!" I muttered to myself. 

"Feel it, you can get back. Get back home!" 

My feet lifted off the ground, and I precariously rocked in mid air. But my strength was returning, and it was stronger than I had ever felt before. 

Time flowed like a slow trickling stream, and I focused on my own entity. I could bring it back, reverse time where all this hadn't happened. Where I wasn't trapped in the light. I existed in this form for many days, weeks, months. I was the master of time, yet there was nothing that would help my decipher it. How long had I been gone? 

The warming chill radiated from my chest, out to my hands. I willed myself to be dragged out of the light. I willed myself to return home.   

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I don't remember opening my eyes. I waited for the light to envelope me in her welcoming arms. Straining under the pressure, I heaved to push it away from me. Why was I here? I needed to get out, to get out of this darkness. 

My struggle was pointless as I heard the falling of new dirt crumble next to my cheek. I couldn't get out. I needed her. 

I called for Eleven, and prayed she would answer. 

"Eleven... I need help. Eleven, it's Two. Please come!"

  The silence echoed wooden walls that encased me. Fear gripped my heart and tightened my chest as I felt warm tears escape my eyes. 

Then, I heard her. 

"Two! You're alive!" 

She had heard me. I was coming home!